I liked her laugh.
I liked her laugh. It was so high. Did girls have such high laughs on purpose?
WITH JENNY IN THE VAN BY JAMES ROBERTOVICH MARTIN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 94
I found myself sitting next to Jenny in the van. At the beginning of the weekend I couldn’t have called Jenny a friend. I don’t think I had ever talked to her before. Unlike Jenny I wasn’t one of the cool kids.
On the way home in the van from the Iowa State speech contest everyone was happy, yelling, poking each other.
Mr Downer, the football coach, called it “playing grab ass”. How anyone could play tag inside a van, only high schoolers could know. I didn’t realize (at least I pretended not to realize) we were getting out of hand until Ms Strock stopped the van and yelled, “You must quiet down! I am trying to concentrate on the road, it’s starting to sleet—I don’t suppose you knew that—but with your screaming and carrying on, I’m getting distracted. I have never heard such an unruly bunch. Now pipe down or I am never going to tak…